Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 57 Resources and Briefs

The Xin Clan, upon returning to the divine realm, did not rest but immediately began a concentrated collection of resources from the unclaimed divine realm.

Under Xinzang's command, mining and collection became extremely efficient.

Possessing a corner of the wisdom of the kobolds spanning millennia, he displayed insight and foresight far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Having a clear understanding of what the tribe currently needs and doesn't need, in the future of the Xin tribe.

Large quantities of iron ore, crop seeds, and extraordinary materials.

Truckloads of supplies poured into the divine realm of the Xin Clan, filling the newly built warehouses.

The process went exceptionally smoothly.

The undead that had originally lingered on the fringes, as well as the remaining dragonblood kobolds, were unusually quiet. The gods of both sides had compromised, and these followers wisely retreated to their own territories, never to appear again. The native inhabitants of the land also dared not make any further moves.

In the center of the tribe, Jane was placed on a flat, wide wooden table.

It has now become the veritable accountant for salaried workers.

"(ಠ_ಠ)"

"Eighty baskets of iron ore, one hundred and twenty cubic meters of timber, refined steel... make sure you keep all this refined steel secure!"

Jianhe checks every single item that is delivered to the warehouse.

In addition to taking inventory of the valuables, Liang Jiu gave it another instruction.

Demographics.

This would be a difficult task for salaried workers who haven't yet achieved basic education, but it's a piece of cake for them.

A long queue formed in front of the wooden table.

"Next. Name, age, any injuries or illnesses, are you a superhuman?"

(¯︶¯)

Watching the Sin Clan members obediently line up and call out their numbers, Jane entered the information while secretly thinking to herself that this was the first step in ruling the Sin Clan as a divine messenger.

At that moment, an elderly man of the Hearthstone tribe approached it. He wore a shaman's hat, and the clarity in his eyes seemed different from those around him.

"What's your name?"

"Cultivation".

"Not a superhuman?"

"Um."

"Profession."

"Sacrifice".

Jane became interested and flew up and circled him a few times.

"You're the priest appointed by the master? You look very ordinary, the kind of person you'd easily blend into a crowd."

Geng smiled, not annoyed, and gently stroked the wooden cane in his hand with his withered palm.

"The gods have bestowed upon us grace, giving the tribe both sharp axes to cleave enemies and seeds to fill our stomachs," Geng said slowly. "The young chiefs are there to wield the axes, but how to get the seeds to take root in the soil, how to tell when the wind and rain are coming—that requires a mortal to take care of it all."

"(O_O)?"

Jane circled him halfway around again: "So your job is just to farm and watch the weather?"

"Your wisdom is extraordinary." Geng nodded. "Of course, you must also remember the hardships we endured when we came here, so that the young people will not forget their reverence for the gods once they are well-fed and clothed."

Jane hovered in mid-air, the characters on the panel thumped, feeling pleased and delighted by the praise.

"(￣︶￣)"

"Well, you've got some insight." Jane was quite pleased, landing back on the wooden table with satisfaction. She waved her mechanical arm, "Since you're the priest, you'll assist me in disciplining these tribespeople from now on. Alright, state your age."

"Fifty-four," Geng Ping replied calmly.

Jane quickly jotted down a note in the ledger, and an energetic emoji lit up on the screen.

"(•̀ω•́)✧"

"Alright, old man, go rest over there. Next!"

The next one to come up was a kobold.

No, why would a dog-headed person appear in the Salaried Citizens' population registration?

"Didn't I tell you kobolds to go back? What, you think you don't have enough money? Greedy bastards! Get out of here, get out of here."

The dog-headed monk, Huizhen explained repeatedly.

"My lord, I am Huizhen. Your clansman Xinzang knows me. I once helped the Xin clan."

Jane looked at him suspiciously.

"If you're here to see that brat, Shinzo, you've come to the wrong place. He's very busy right now and can't see you."

"No, no. I have come to the god of the Sinner Clan to thank him for his mercy and to ask him to send down a divine decree to answer the questions in my heart."

Did you bring a gift?

"Hmm... I came alone, so I didn't have a chance to prepare a gift."

"Alright then, my master is also unavailable."

"Please, please, just mention it to the deity, please! This monk..." Huizhen began, then hurriedly clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly, "This monk has spoken with which venerable elder before? I'm willing to pay the price!"

Jane circled the fat, dog-headed man in monk's robes, her expression full of disdain.

"(눈_눈)"

"What do you have besides a body full of fat, you fat dog-headed man?" Jane twisted her body, pretending to shoo him away, "Get out of here, don't get in my way."

Huizhen looked dejected, sighed, and was just about to turn and leave.

A calm voice rang out in mid-air.

"Bring him to see me."

The voice of the gods.

Jane froze in mid-air, her expression on the panel instantly changing to one of fawning.

"(✧◡✧)"

"Yes, sir! Great master!"

It turned around and gave the dog-headed man, who was standing there dumbfounded, a shove in an annoyed manner.

"Consider yourself lucky; your master is willing to listen to your nonsense. Come with me."

Huizhen was overjoyed and quickly bowed three times respectfully to the sky before following the floating iron box ahead.

Upon arriving at the temple, where all was quiet and deserted, Jane, having completed her task of leading the way, hovered silently to the side.

Watching the good show that's about to unfold.

The fat dog-headed man, Huizhen, stepped forward alone, gazing at the tall and majestic statue.

He clasped his hands together, tentatively opened his mouth, and recited a few words of prayer for Buddha's protection to encourage himself.

However, the hall was very quiet, and the statues were solemn and silent, not uttering a word.

Huizhen pulled him down to his knees, and he knelt respectfully before the statue of the god.

"I, Huizhen, have a question that remains unresolved in my heart, and I would like to ask the true god to enlighten me."

Only after he bowed did the voice of God come down from above the statue.

"Huizhen, you are already a high-ranking monk with great power and influence, and now you have saved Beibang, making you renowned. What doubts do you still have?"

"I was born an abandoned child, destined to be a slave." Huizhen lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise his head. "Fortunately, I was adopted by the abbot of Jinguang Temple, which allowed me to survive and study Buddhism. But before the abbot passed away, he asked me a question that has puzzled me ever since. Today, I dare to ask the true gods. If I have offended them, I beg them to grant me a peaceful death."

"You can just ask directly, and I won't do anything to you."

Only after hearing the deity's guarantee did Huizhen dare to raise her head.

"My Lord, what is this Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas in your eyes... and what are we?"

"You really want to know?" Liang Jiu's voice came from above, "Even if one hears the Way in the morning, one can die content in the evening?"

"Even kobolds only live for a dozen or so years, and even those with extraordinary abilities will eventually die."

Huizhen clasped her hands together and kowtowed again.

Unexpectedly, Liang Jiu changed the subject.

"Where does your Buddha say this is?"

Huizhen chanted a Buddhist prayer and replied, "The Buddha said that this place is one of the three thousand great chiliocosms, the Saha world caused by the collective karma of all sentient beings. Because the Buddha's light shines everywhere, it is called the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas. All sentient beings here undergo countless kalpas of cultivation in order to wash away their karmic obstacles, escape the cycle of rebirth in the six realms, and attain enlightenment."

After listening, Liang Jiu fell silent.

One of the family members began to ponder the meaning of his own existence.

In the realm of the gods who have lost their deities, countless kobolds will ask this question.

Their world is only so big, and their resources are only so much. They don't even have a real starry sky; the driving force behind all civilization has been cut off.

Their technology will not advance any further, and their society is difficult to change.

Having found no answers outside themselves, they could only turn to a god from the outside world for help... but Liang Jiu had no reason to weave lies for a dead god.

The hall was silent until the deity spoke.

"The Saha world you speak of is, in our eyes, nothing more than a hunting ground for Asuras and a pond of fish in ignorance."

Having read through the dog-headed man's understanding over a thousand years, Liang Jiu provided the truth in a way that he could comprehend.

"What you perceive as arduous cultivation is nothing but karma caught in the web of others. This so-called Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas is nothing more than a hunting ground where the upper echelons strip away life force. And you are not some kind of Buddhist disciples with karmic connections, but merely rootless duckweed in this fishpond, drifting with the current, ultimately accumulating merit and resources."